“What the hell is this?! If I hadn’t caught it in time, these would’ve been edited to look like Thalia—and spread across the whole company!” he yelled.
The photos lay everywhere, painfully sharp and in high definition—images of me with another man, appearing intimate, checking into hotels, looking like lovers.
The room exploded with murmurs. Gasps, whispers, stunned silence.
I stood rooted in place, hands clenched into fists so tight that my nails cut into my palms.
The man in the photos? He was the CEO of our rival firm.
I had never met him in private. Not once.
Those images—they had photoshopped me into them.
“That’s not me in the pictures,” I replied calmly.
“Not you?” Cortland laughed bitterly. “Do you think I’m blind? You think I wouldn’t recognize your face?”
He pointed a trembling finger at me. “You really think you’re innocent? I’ve always known you were manipulative and promiscuous. Now the truth is finally out.”
“You seduced someone from a rival company, then tried to frame Thalia for it? Saylor, you’re a venomous, selfish woman. You don’t deserve to stay in Dorance Industries a second longer!”